ROBERT RAMSAY.
Mrs. Rand was as much amazed as Chester himself at his success as an artist.
“How long were you in making the drawing?” she asked.
“Twenty minutes.”
“And you received ten dollars. It doesn’t seem possible.”
“I wish I could work twenty minutes every week at that rate,” laughed Chester. “It would pay me better than working for Silas Tripp.”
“Perhaps you can get some more work of the same kind?”
“I shall send two more sketches to Mr. Conrad in a day or two. I shall take pains and do my best.”
Two days later Chester sent on the sketches, and then set about trying to find a job of some kind in the village. He heard of only one.
An elderly farmer, Job Dexter, offered him a dollar a week and board if he would work for him. He would have eight cows to milk morning and night, the care of the barn, and a multitude of “chores” to attend to.